there are moments that the words don't reach

LOREN

Loren was exhausted, but he pushed himself through the streets of the Domiciles anyway. He held a large bundle in his arms, one that he carried carefully. Dressed all in black, his features were gaunt and his eyes were haunted. There were dark circles under them, and lines where there hadn't been any before.

Finally, he arrived at his destination, Phoebe's home. He knocked a bit faintly. "Phoebe? It's Loren. I just wanted to check in on you." Voice raspy, almost from disuse, he waited before her door. As he did, he shifted his weight awkwardly from one foot to the other, wondering if his presence here would be welcome.

But don’t be weary if it’s broken

Families are like that—

they’re split up and always torn.